I'm here again wanting to fix my body for good so I can finally move on with my life. It always comes back to me having physical insecurities that cause internal ones that perpetuate the physical ones. I'm so completely sick of myself at this point. I don't want to leave the house. I don't want to meet up with people. I don't want to do anything. I feel like a complete failure in all respects of who I am.
If I can ever get out of this depression successfully, if I can ever genuinely love myself again, then I'll truly believe in miracles.
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."